We were dirt poor until I was about 11, when we became really, really well off.
My mum and dad were 15 when my mum got pregnant with me, and my brother and sister were also both born before my mum turned 21. They lived with my granny until I was 2, when they were able to get a 100% mortgage although My mum didn't work until my brother started school, instead my dad worked 100 hour weeks at a local factory, where, the owner admired his work ethic and promoted him. . My mum and dad used this promotion to allow my mum to go back to college, and then university where she trained to be a teacher, and then my dad went to night college where he passed his GCSEs and went on to get a degree in economics.
Whilst all this was happening we used to literally have treasure hunt s rounds the house for pennies to buy bread/milk. We couldn't afford holidays, one small Christmas present and birthday present. I remember knowing I was poor too, I couldn't go on school trips, we couldn't afford 'fun' foods like ketchup, dizzy drinks, biscuits etc. I don't remember being massively upset.
By the time I reached high school both of my parents were in well paying jobs, my dad then got a promotion which put him into 6 figure salary brackets, and my mum became a head teacher which didn't put her far behind, and so we then had all of the things we never had although my parents remained strict, we had to work for everything we've ever had really but they are very, very generous.